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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Shards of glassy obsidian cover the ground, crunching underfoot as I move through this massive impact crater. The air's thick with an acidic smell, and the sky's a deep, burning crimson - like, a sickle-shaped sun's hanging low in the horizon, casting an eerie glow over the jagged rock formations. Uh, a miniature replica of the Burj Khalifa, about yea-high, is sprouting from the crater's center, surrounded by concentric rings of what looks like cracked asphalt - but somehow, it's being perpetually, rapidly constructed and deconstructed by tiny, hovering robotic arms that aren't making a sound.